Give yourself permission to love. To love and be loved, even if it failed you before, even if you’re scared.
There is something about receiving a note in the mail, wedged between the stack of junk mail and bills to pay, that makes you feel elated. The connection suddenly becomes more intimate, despite how far away the other person is physically.
I hope tomorrow brings you everything your heart has been yearning for, and if it doesn’t, I hope it brings you faith that maybe tomorrow’s tomorrow will.
I am more concerned with doing the work, with actually writing, than being referred to as a writer. And isn’t that what this is all about?
Friends, sight is a privilege. It is a gift we tend to forget not everybody receives. Don’t take it for granted.